Chapter 135: I Told Them Not to Overdo It
I kept my voice steady as I finished explaining to the captain.
"...then I saw the horde forming near the eastern treeline. Frostfang was leading them, it seemed, already agitated. I knew we didn't have time, so I ordered the driver to ride straight here at full speed. And they started chasing us, appearing in plain sight."
The captain's grip tightened on her sword hilt. "You made the right call. If they'd reached the gates unprepared—"
A deafening ROAR cut her off.
Our heads snapped toward the battlefield just in time to see one of the figures twist mid-air, Frostfang's frostbreath grazing past them in a glittering arc—before their staff came down like a hammer on the beast's skull.
CRACK.
The sound echoed across the snow.
I barely stopped my lips from twitching.
Darn it, I told them not to overdo it!
The four figures—no, the Turtle Brothers—moved like a well-oiled machine, dismantling Frostfang with the same casual ease as if they were sparring with me in Virion's playground.
And that idiot Ralph just had to easily dodge Frostfang's frostbreath mid-air, just to land a flashy finishing blow.
Show-offs.